“Thank you slave, but I’ll add one for incorrectly addressing me.”“Sorry sir, Two, Master, please.”“Pleading won’t help. Ever. I’ll le... you off this time because you are in so deep already.”SPLAT!Tears flowed as she managed “Three.”“What?”“Three ... Master.”SPLAT!“Four, Master.” She was getting control of herself now.SPLAT!“Five, Master.” That’s better, she thought, It hurts like hell but I have control of myself.SPLAT!“Six, Master.”SPLAT! He laid it on much harder than the earlier. ‘Ellis County Cattle Co. Robert Clay Allison, Agent.’ was painted on a sign board above the door to the small office. There were five horses tied to the hitching rail out front. Tom and Cal turned at the same time to see the three Slaughter brothers, Joon, Oren and Bill come out of the door, followed by a big man in a black suit and hat.They had already passed by the time the four men looked up the street toward them.“Joon, there’s that damned Injun again on that big Palomino, I’d know him and. There were companies that bought empties to reload. In fact we could have bought the mass production equipment to do that ourselves but I didn’t think it was worth the hassle to save a few pennies a round.I listened as they told the rest of the girls where they had found them and all the things they seen at the fort. They never missed a thing, not even a minor thing.Then the questions started. “When can we go back and look for more? What were all those wrecked cars, how did they get wrecked?. He saw Gomer spread out on the cot and was about to knock when Gomer flinched suddenly. Gomer's deep voice echoed through the room. "Yes, daddy, yes, daddy, deeper...." Then Gomer flopped back on the bed, a magazine falling to the floor. Eagle-eyed Barney Fife saw that it was one of them, watcha call it, nature magazines. The open pages showed a muscular young man wearing only tight shorts. As Gomer slowly threw back his cover, Barney's eyes almost bugged out of his head. Gomer was rubbing.